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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Jan 30, 2009 21:16:57 GMT -5
FIRST THINGS FIRST UPDATE THIS. Give me 9000 hours to get acclimated to this freaking Vista Microsoft Word first.
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Post by Gront on Jan 31, 2009 16:45:57 GMT -5
FIRST THINGS FIRST UPDATE THIS. Give me 9000 hours to get acclimated to this freaking Vista Microsoft Word first. It can't possibly take you 375 days to learn how to type, Sheepy... You could always just use notepad. After all, you're just copying and pasting into the forum.
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Post by McJesus on Jan 31, 2009 17:26:59 GMT -5
You could always just use notepad. After all, you're just copying and pasting into the forum. It's what I use!
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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Jan 31, 2009 20:50:48 GMT -5
You know what, screw this real-world setting. The original story got all political, but now, with the new plot I have in mind, let's just all say we're in Brawl city, shall we?
Chapter 5 fillerWax chose a warehouse as the meeting spot because it was easy to get. A simple display of his powers caused the dockworkers to vacate the dock for the night. After he had the dock to himself, Wax cleared enough space for a fight in the middle of the warehouse, then perched on the top of one of the gigantic metal shelves in the warehouse and surveyed his new kingdom of boxes.
“It needs… something more.” He said into the silence.
fillerJust then, there was a subtle knock on one of the side doors, and Wax knew it was time. He raised one hand in front of his, conjured his wax, then sculpted it into a small mockery of a man. In less than three seconds, a two foot tall man of wax crouched next to Wax on the shelf.
“Go.” Wax said.
fillerThe creature nodded, then took off for the side door. Making sure to keep undistinguishable in the shadows, it pulled the door open far enough to let the people on the other side in.
fillerGhost and Shrouder were a strange pair. Even in the half-light of the warehouse, Shrouder’s full head of wavy blonde hair seemed to glow, Ghost’s balding head was kept down as Ghost’s big, goggle-protected eyes swept the warehouse looking for Wax, but a year of being on the run kept Wax from Ghost’s prying eyes. The two were similarly clad in lab coats, but that was the only similarity between them.
“Wax?” Shrouder called into the darkness.
fillerWax crept closer to the two, jumping from shelf to shelf after Ghost looked away. When they were only a shelf away, Wax leapt to the floor. Shrouder and Ghost both jumped, something shimmered behind Ghost’s goggles and Shrouder produced a gun from one of the pockets of his coat.
“Shrouder, Ghost.” Wax said, nodding to each one.
fillerBoth of them relaxed, and now that he was closer, Wax could see little signs that hard times had distorted these two men from the people he had known. Shrouder’s face was much older and his neutral expression seemed to be worry now. Ghost seemed even worse than he had been the last time Wax had seen him. If Wax listened, he could hear a slight weez.
“Wax, we’ve decided. We’re going to help you and Ray.” Shrouder said.
“Good. Ray’s on an errand right now, but when he’s done, he’ll meet us here, then we’ll take you to our lab.”
“I’m doubtful that we can even find a cure to Front.” Ghost said, kicking a small box lying on it’s side as he spoke. “Shrouder’s got some kind of dumb theory about it, but…”
“If we don’t find a cure, we lose.” Wax said. “It’s as plain as that. Over 90% of everyone in the old Brawlers group took Front, and there’s no way we can beat the old boys without everyone’s powers.” “Well, let’s see.” Ghost muttered, counting off on his fingers.
“We’ve got Ray, You, Shrouder, and Me, plus our backup.”
“Backup?” Wax asked.
“Shut up and let me finish.” Ghost interrupted. “Of all of us, Ray and Wax didn’t take Front, Shrouder and I did, but my power can’t really be restrained, and finally, our backup uses technology.”
“We might be able to take the old boys down if they were all smashed.” Shrouder commented.
“If Ray’s mission goes perfectly, we’ll have Captain Chip, Scorpion, and Swordkill on our side.” Wax said, making his own finger count. Just then, there was another rap on the door. This one was forceful.
“Open up.” A deep voice said.
Wax pressed a finger to his mouth, and the three of them crouched down.
“Oh, is no one there?” The voice chuckled.
Wax motioned to the small creature, who reached for a long metal pipe to jam the door with.
“Come on out, Wax, Ghost, and Shrouder. We know you’re in there.”
Ghost tapped Wax on the shoulder, when Wax looked back, Ghost pointed to another side exit . Wax nodded and pointed it out to Shrouder. The three began to move slowly towards the door while Wax’s creature jammed the door with the pipe.
“Buck, just blow the damn door down.” Another voice said.
“Fine.” The first voice grumbled. “It takes all the fun out of scaring them though.”
“Go!” Wax yelled, and the trio made a break for the exit.
fillerThey only got a few paces before there was an explosion behind them, and a severely crumpled door flew off it’s hinges, bounced off the ground multiple times, and was only stopped after it hit the opposite wall.
fillerThe two men who emerged in the smoke, like Ghost and Shrouder, were also opposites. One had a big shotgun slung over one shoulder of his red vest, which was split down the middle and reveal a white collared shirt underneath. He strode into the room, crushing debris under his hiking boots and then under the knees of his dirty jeans while he kneeled to cover his more immaculately dressed friend, who advanced while holding a rifle in a ready position.
“Shit, it’s Buckshot and Red.” Wax moaned.
“The bounty hunters?” Ghost asked, now visibly worried. “Yeah, Buckshot and I have clashed over jobs a few times in the past, but I’ve always come out on top.”
“Sure, you won last time, but now I’ve got backup, and you’ve got people to protect!” Buckshot laughed loudly. He reached behind him and loaded another bullet into his shotgun.
“What about you, Red? What’s been up recently?” Wax called to the man behind Buckshot.
fillerMr. Red was dressed in an expensive suit from Brawl City’s most respectable line of clothing, along with smudge-less loafers, sunglasses and gloves, both black. All three were fashionable, but each served a professional purpose. The loafers were hand-made in such a way that his footprints couldn’t be traced back to him, the sunglasses hindered any physical descriptions, and the gloves got rid of fingerprints. He didn’t respond to Wax.
“Fine then.” Wax said.
fillerSuddenly, the little man of wax leapt from the shadows, bringing the metal pipe to bare. Wielding it like a club, he struck Buckshot in the back of the head. It turned to face Mr. Red, but he calmly produced a pistol from his shirt and filled the Wax-man’s head with bullets. It staggered, but could not fall before Buckshot rolled over and crushed it’s head with his shotgun barrel. “Aw fuck, they got away.” Buckshot grumbled, noticing that Wax, Shrouder, and Ghost had taken the opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
Mr. Red reached out a hand, with Buckshot took grudgingly. Once he was up, Buckshot brushed some dust off his jeans.
“Do we chase after them?” Mr. Red asked.
Buckshot nodded.
“Chasing ‘ems the best part.” He said.
Suddenly there was more shuffling in the shadows, and about ten Wax-men emerged.
“Looks like he left some friends.” Buckshot said.
***
“So, we run?” Ghost asked hopefully.
“No, we call your backup and fight, we hold out until Ray gets here.” Wax said, conjuring more Wax men at their hold-out position outside the warehouse.
Ghost groaned, but Shrouder readied his gun and his face hardened with new resolve.
“Fine by me,” He said, “I am NOT dying here.”
Another explosion ripped a new exit in the warehouse’s wall, and the trio readied themselves for a fight.
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Post by Balto-Boy on Jan 31, 2009 22:04:52 GMT -5
"...there’s no way we can beat the old boys without everyone’s powers.” I see what you did there...
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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Jan 31, 2009 22:21:24 GMT -5
"...there’s no way we can beat the old boys without everyone’s powers.” I see what you did there... I don't...
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Post by Balto-Boy on Jan 31, 2009 22:24:48 GMT -5
Well, wasn't there someone else in particular that would only die if everyone got together? Hm?
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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Jan 31, 2009 22:27:19 GMT -5
Well, wasn't there someone else in particular that would only die if everyone got together? Hm? Illidon r not heer seruzly.
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Post by Balto-Boy on Jan 31, 2009 22:29:19 GMT -5
Illidon r not heer seruzly. Okay, whaaaaaaatever.
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Post by Grimscott on Jan 31, 2009 23:45:23 GMT -5
Nonsense, Sheepshifter is far too sophisticated for an Illidon story!
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Post by McJesus on Feb 1, 2009 1:27:00 GMT -5
Awesome Buckshot's being used already! justasplanned.jpg
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Post by Gront on Mar 10, 2009 4:25:20 GMT -5
...moar plz?
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Post by Maybe Might Not Be Moneybags on Mar 10, 2009 15:46:04 GMT -5
How can I explain this best... Story started out like this... Then became this... So I'm gonna... It, because I can't work on something I now hate with all my heart. Coming with something thought-through know, GTFO. Cyea l8r, f0lks! So, the real deal is that all these stories I've been starting and finishing have one or more of the following things in common with each other: 1. They were Brawl Fanfiction
2. They weren't thought out.
As I'd write these stories, I'd add new stuff I thought was cool, and they'd morph into something really stupid that I hated, and I'd drop it. Plus, I just really can't write about other people's characters.
Sorry to do this again to you guys, but I don't want to finish something half-assed. I need to make something good.
PS. If I ever write a new story, it won't be Brawl Fanfiction.
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Post by rabiesisme on Mar 10, 2009 18:31:24 GMT -5
Why doncha just write the characters any way you want to? It's pretty damn hard to write good stories with these characters who have extremely basic or no personalities. Most of them are ">:C" or " ". That's it. Just take their powers and their appearance, maybe reference some of the interactions they had with each other, and change the rest to your liking. Of course you're not going to make Grimscott a rage filled srs business type of person, but you know what I mean. Personally, I think it would be interesting to see a bunch of different takes on a character.
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